That Night of Joy and Wounds
M. Zakyuddin Munziri
@zakiego
Originally written in Bahasa Indonesia.
The clock showed 00 at the beginning and 20 at the end when this first sentence was being written. The room light had long been turned off. The streets were quiet. The street lamps only kept company with the cold of night, occasionally greeting passing vehicles, heading somewhere unknown.
Many bodies have dissolved into their dreams. Finally, this is where time stops now. Sitting before a screen still glowing.
There are those who say that the closest distance between a human and their heart is when night grows deeper.
It's truly hard not to believe it. Because the darker the night becomes, the quieter the universe gets, the fewer things there are to distract humans, the easier it becomes for humans to speak with their hearts.
Talking with someone past midnight is a delightful thing.
It feels truly as if the heart takes over control. It dances freely inside the head.
Expressing things that could never possibly be said when the sun still hangs above.
Night is the best time to celebrate feelings. All of them. Whether joy or wounds. If it's joy, then the happiness truly resonates. And if it's wounds, then the pain feels utterly real.
Celebrate all the feelings you feel right now.
Because there's no guarantee that tomorrow, those feelings can still be felt. Even for wounds. Wounds are the finest fuel for writing.
The more wounds, the more writings that can be born.
Sometimes, I even miss the times when I was still grappling with wounds, all over my feelings. Writing whatever I wanted. Words flowed so easily. But now, those wounds have healed well. Finally, the gate to feeling that pain has closed.
It only opens occasionally when scraped by a wound, but rarely.
